#i have failed thus far at drawing but the war table operation spurred this

[finely-aged-dragons]

The Herald arrived mere minutes after being notified of the letter arriving from their clan, wide-eyed and out of breath. After collecting herself and neatening her armor, she waved Cullen’s suggestion off and agreed to Leliana's suggestion of sending a gift of needed supplies as a sign of good faith.

“It should be something official, then?" Ranna paused, lips pursed. “Mother's going to hate that... I'll need something to pacify her..." An idea struck her, then. She pulled a carved pendant from beneath her tunic. “We'll send them the ‘official’ letter, and the supplies, but this as well.”

“Your pendant?"

“It's a puzzle box my mother made for me when I was young," Ranna said, smiling. "Only the two of us know how to open it. I'll leave her a note within that I'm alright and I'm staying to help. That should reassure her I'm still alive and not being coerced.”

Ranna allowed Josephine to peer closer at the interlocking wooden pendant. “A remarkable piece, to be sure. Are you sure you want to send it?”

“It's the only way to reassure her,” Ranna said with a sigh. “She's...protective.” Very protective. Ranna was a sickly child until about five years old, and her mother had never really let go of the fear of Falon'Din guiding her child away from her prematurely. “I'll set the note within and bring the pendant to you in a short while,” she said to Leliana, turning away from the table.